No Snitches Under A Full Moon

There was a slight bite in the air when he stepped outside but Kent barely noticed it. The chill did nothing to deter him from the feeling he was experiencing. It was something he had never known before, the bittersweetness almost knocking him down. But he did not slow his gait, eager to leave the ominous building at his back far in his past. The atmosphere was different that morning, lighter and freeing despite it being the very same weather he had always known in late fall.
Yet Kent knew ...